A Soldier's Christmas

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  1. hpman

    hpman Guest

    A Soldier's Christmas

    by Lance Corporal James M. Schmidt, Dec 1986

    'Twas the night before Christmas,
    He Lived all alone,
    In a one bedroom house
    Made of Plaster and Stone.
    I had come down the chimney
    with presents to give,
    and to see just who in the home did live.

    Looked all about,
    A strange sight I did see,
    No tinsel, No Presents,
    Not even a tree.
    No stocking by mantle,
    Just boots filled with sand,
    On the wall hung
    Pictures of far distant lands.

    With medals and badges,
    Awards of all kinds,
    A sober thought came
    Through my mind.
    For this house was different,
    It was dark and dreary,
    I found the home of a soldier,
    Once I could see clearly.

    The soldier lay sleeping,
    silent, alone,
    Curled up on the floor
    In this one bedroom home.
    The face was so gentle,
    The room in such disorder,
    Not how I pictured
    A United States Soldier.

    Was this the hero
    of whom I'd just read?
    Curled up on a poncho,
    The floor for a bed?
    I realized the families
    That I saw this night,
    Owed their lives to these
    Soldiers who were willing to fight.

    Soon round the world,
    The children would play,
    And grownups would celebrate
    A bright Christmas Day.
    They all enjoyed freedom
    Each month of the year,
    Because of the soldiers,
    Likes this the one lying here.

    I couldn't help wonder
    How many lay alone,
    One a cold Christmas Eve
    In a land far from home.
    The very thought brought
    A tear to my eye,
    I dropped to my knees
    And started to cry.

    The soldier awakened
    And I heard a rough voice,
    "Santa don't cry,
    This is my choice
    I fight for freedom,
    I don't ask for more,
    My life is
    My God, My Country, My Corps."

    The Soldier rolled over
    And drifted to sleep,
    I couldn't control it,
    I continued to weep.
    I kept watch for hours,
    So silent and still
    And we both shivered
    From the cold night's chill.

    I didn't want to leave
    On that cold, dark, night,
    This guardian of honor
    So willing to fight.
    Then the soldier rolled over,
    with a voice soft and pure,
    "Carry on Santa, All is Secure."

    One look at my watch,
    And I knew he was right,
    Merry Christmas
    My Friend,
    And to All a Good Night

  2. Fenix

    Fenix Guest

    wow, touching...